8

My throat felt parched,like I hadn't moistened my throat in weeks. I swallow hard,taking in his appearance in flesh.

After two whole years.

But as we scrutinized each other silently,I could find myself getting arrogant, inspite of  my mental state being haywire.

"It's good to see you Sandy",Dhruv says,the statement so void of emotion that I flinched involuntarily.

"Can't say the same for you",Anshu muttered from next to me, audible enough for him to hear,but not as audible to be counted as a reply.

I give an easy smile, surprising myself,"You too."

I will myself to hold myself together,at least till